Snow. Snow as far as the eye can see. It whips around every which way, in all directions making it impossible to see. On the screen is the name "Suffolk  Coast, England". 

A light cuts through the darkness of the snow that comes from a lighthouse. An old man opens a door, stabilizing himself before he pulls out a telescope. Through the eyepiece thunder and lighting rumble as the dark clouds block everything else.

He checks his watch to see it officially turning Christmas day to the dot. 

He checks through the telescope again as a light flashes through the sky and a tinkling sound is heard, making the man gasp. He rushes back into the lighthouse and pulls a red lever, making the turning light stand still. He moves to a metallic plate and tilts it up towards the sky. 

Once it was in position, he looks out the window with narrowed eyes, trying to see through the storm. "Come on, come on." He says.

Out in the storm, thunder claps and snow falls heavily around a sleigh that's pulled by a reindeer with magic coming from it's hooves. They zip around the dark clouds with ease.

Bells jingle on the reindeer's harness as it pants. Someone with a fluffy white trimmed hood up on red jacket and green goggles was controlling the sleigh. He looks to the right and sees the light from the lighthouse. 

"There!" He says, pointing to said light. "Head for the lighthouse, noble reindeer."

The reindeer follows and swoops down towards it. He continues right towards the light and swerves right before he hits it as he heads towards the town near it. 

The lighthouse keeper leans over and waves at the two. "Evening, Sants!"

"Thanks, Bill!" Santa responds as he continues on his journey. 

A copper chicken weather vane spins rapidly around before it's destroyed by the sleigh as it crashes into it before continuing off.

He and the reindeer land on the roof, albeit a bit rough. Santa pulls a lever and the reindeer plants its feet forcing a stop. It turns around, trying to stay on the random roof they were on, and nearly falls off as a fearful expression crosses its face.

Santa pulls off the goggles as he chuckles. "We made it! the last town in England." He says as he looks around. "Nearly home." He focuses on the controls on his sleigh as he gasps with a worried look. "I thought getting here was the hard part," it focuses on a digital map in the sleigh that shows the small town, "but it turns out we've got a town full of problems, and it's gonna take a big man with a big beard to solve them." He stands up and rips off a list of paper.

"Yes, that handsome fellow in the red onesie is me, Santa Claus." The voice of Santa says. 

We see him opening a compartment that holds his sack of presents. 

"And tonight had been a blizzard of bother. Down to one reindeer and the worst storm in history. But that wasn't going to stop me." 

He climbs onto the roof before he jumps to a lower roof. Stants sticks the landing!

"Christmas in Wellington-on-Sea sure needed a giant sackful of fixing."

...Before he takes a single step, slips on the snow, and lands on his candy cane.

He drops the sack as he holds his present, tilting to the side making him nearly fall off the roof if it wasn't for the Christmas lights lining the roof  trimming. He was handing on by a foot as he's twisted around to be looking into a window, looking disoriented.

"You're about to hear the tale of one of the most challenging nights of my long career."

He sees the kid sleeping through the window before he's spun around and faces away as he let's out a tired sigh and has a deadpan expression. 

"Looking back, I think it all started going wrong with the school Christmas play, December 22nd, 4:00 p.m."

Time moved backwards. Snow went up, the sun sent and rose, ships came and went through the smooth water, and the town became much calmer compared to what we saw in the beginning with the storm.

"Wrap up warm and get ready for That Christmas."